Bye Bye Feather Collector. I love this painting and am glad that she's gone to a good home!
And into the Antipodean Springtime..
The last two months of Winter were beautiful and busy.. Here are a few images from the studio. I am building up to the next show! It will be things various from the studio, which is mainly a continuance of the Sleep series with some other things that I've been thinking about in the last year..
Works in Progress...
Pleasure in details, stars, light and breath
I sometimes start a painting on unstretched canvas on the wall, then work out what size the it will be later.. Here are works in various stages of completion
Dark Matter
Acrylic on canvas
102 × 152 cm, 2017
Shannon Berry Bam is a circus performer involved with Vulcana Women's Circus in Brisbane and we have worked on several paintings together. Like almost all of the physical performers, her sleep is both restorative and highly active and almost every time I'd look back from my canvas to her, she would be in a slightly different position. I love all of that and just keep painting them in their various new places and wait for them to cycle around again to approximate positions to continue my work.
Shhhh... Everyone is sleeping... I love having a full and busy studio!
Ocean Sky Dreaming
Acrylic on canvas
102 × 122 cm, 2017
Eliza Dolly, of Vulcana Women's Circus, finds the colours of tropical oceans relaxing. She rests in the ocean of dreams, as we look up through the crashing waves to the stars that were above her when she was born.
Setting up for our 2017 studio show.. Lots of work, but also lots of fun!!
When I had just finished 'The Feather Collector'. Waiting to be signed, dreams and memories. Feathers to remember parted friends
Downlands Art Exhibition. This was a huge show! Over 200 artists!
I love the last few weeks before a show! One seems to be able to work with such clarity and love!
Inspiration and art
Shiny paintings are a challenge to photograph, but I'm getting the hang of it
Friends stole a spark from the Sun
to light the subterranean night,
because the eyes of man in dying
search out the Sun; and all breasts
send their last sigh to the light that flies
Ugo Foscolo
For the Ars Moriendi exhibition, painted on a real coffin lid.
